To go forth and multiply
Adjusting his eyeglasses, the priest read Genesis 1:28. “This is the most misunderstood…
The depths and breadths of love, loss, trauma, and rebirth, including experiences as a rape and sexual abuse survivor, death, childhood trauma, love lost, and love gained.
Adjusting his eyeglasses, the priest read Genesis 1:28. “This is the most misunderstood…
*CONTENT WARNING: Mention of sexual assault and suicide. Please proceed only if you…
Nonfiction piece consisting of 6 interwoven mini-essays from journal entries across 8 months of grieving a friend who was more than a friend.
The right person sees what they’re going to miss before they do. They will do what it takes not to lose it. That’s how mature love is.
I’ve been fostering since I was a kid and never get used to pets dying. But maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe this is what love feels like when it has nowhere to go.
My skull does not intend to tilt on its axis, but every 24th an arrival & a departure squaring my moon: day we met, day we parted, day you were born.
A poem on remembering the good after separating from someone.